| Tykes who feast but do not pray
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| Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains
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| Spilled in the house that they leave like geese
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| Travel in the night like a pearl thief
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| Believe in ghosts and set them free
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| Bury your heart, don’t shake that sheet
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| Give your teeth to the crocodile cave
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| Under my wings and on my head
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| Twisting heads with the sounds of change
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| Change so often they’ll be dead
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| Kissing the people that you’ll all burn
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| Trusting your friends without thinking best
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| Leaving yourself to kill your grief
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| Rooms can be lonely, but that don’t mean
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| I want a son who can float and fly
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| I’ll take a daughter who laughs and cries
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| When you are home you can do as you please
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| Some have homes in falling trees
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| One day our homes will all fall down
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| One day your body will be in the ground
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| When I wonder
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| I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious
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| When I wonder
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| When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they’re a friend?
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| When I wonder
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| I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious
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| When I wonder
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| When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they’re a friend?
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| Time to feast, don’t wait to play
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| Each kill he hung for peeking day
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| Off in the dust where they feel like kings
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| Some got hurt and some did sing
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| I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
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| I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
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| Who will win?
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| I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
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| Wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder
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| Who will win?
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| Bad feelings I know
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| Good silence means we’re home |